when you were young
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Date: 1 May

Setting: A motel in Halifax

Time: Early evening

Character Form: Optime

Word Count → 388 :: Open to anyone!

It was completely deserted, as it had stood since over a year prior. And yet the building still held memories for the boy and somehow he could let the real world begin to dissolve so that memories would take over. The smell of cooking meat wafted into the air and Silas could easily make out the sound of his father’s voice, accented by the strong Russian flare he shared. Liliya was easy to see, her features perpetually frowning because of the strange place they had decided to sail to. He would come to watch that frown evolve into something else over time, and eventually it would disappear all together. A hand reached out, tan fingers sweeping across the wooden bench where they had sat upon arrival. How he missed his family so, and wondered whether or not they had returned to Arkhangel'sk safely. It hurt him to think they were so far out of reach, but the boy only had to remind himself that Halo was worth it all. And she was, wasn’t she?

He avoided the motel room which he knew housed that human corpse, and moved down to the room he had once shared with his family. It wasn’t much different then how they had left it, though it was clear that it had been abandoned for quite some time. The young Russo male moved to the bed and sat on its edge, icy gaze falling to the floor in disbelief. How had his life turned into this? It wasn’t that he was necessarily distraught by it, but he would have never guessed that he would have been left alone in Nova Scotia while his family returned to their roots. Of course, Anatoliy was still here, but Silas had long since touched base with him. They had been united in childhood, but he easily grown apart in their separate worlds.

Inferni was really the only thing that Silas had left, and he had begun to realize it. Though somewhat sad and sobering, it motivated the male. If it was all he had left, then perhaps he should learn to honor it. It was why the boy was so set on learning to be a warrior; not only so he could impress Halo, but so he could protect and serve the clan that had become his family.

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#2
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WC: 419 - :3

The Russo male’s arrival to the lands had been somewhat… unanticipated. It was his own fault really, a foolish mistake and if he’d been paying attention it would never have happened. But it had been awhile since he’d left his childlike master and it discomforted him not having his master by his side. Due to their separation, his judgement had been thrown of and he’d pushed himself too far in order to get his given task done as quickly as possible without realizing it.


At the time, he had been completely fixated on one thought; once this job is complete, I will be reunited with the cherub. Looking down, bandages covered his arm from wrist to elbow; towards each end, they had begun to loosen and unravel themselves, yet the lone male cared little to fix them. From the fight he would certainly have gained more scars; that will please him when we reunite.


Taking long, heavy footed strides he progressed into unknown territory. He’d overheard talk of remnants of human buildings, still standing proud around the area he believed himself to be in. Ruins of a human building may make a more practical place to stay than building from scratch, and with that thought in mind he had headed to the motel.


He had reached the decision that he and his master should settle upon neutral land, for after speaking to passing animals, listening to their chirps and growls, he had deduced that none of the standing packs would accept he and his master. The only one that may have was one called Anathema; but their numbers were great… To many people allowed for trouble and he would not have his master being suspicious of everyone.


His desire, what he wanted to find was a home, a haven in these new lands for he and his master.


Eventually, a structure rose up from the ground before him and he scanned the outside with ice blue eyes, before stepping within it’s confining walls. Cautiously, he made his way forward, his long sword now drawn and resting within his grip; its weight a reassuring comfort.


Pushing a door open, his eyes took in a human corpse and his maw scrunched up in disgust. Trust such a being to die within its own building, humans were foolish, greedy creatures like that. Stepping back he closed the room’s door and simply stared at the closed plank of wood.


Turning, he slowly began to make his way through the rest of the building.

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Cassie walked by the ancient Human buildings in silence. She was drunk but she had not fallen into full drunken state yet. Her hair was red and untamed and not all combed down. This was how she lived her life. Alcohol was her best friend. Her life was messed up and could not be fixed now. She had fallen into the drugs as well but not as heavy as the booze. She staggered as she walked and almost fell twice. Her drunken state was not grossly bad, but twisted her into a sassy, smartmouthed whore. She saw to males and she walked up to them.

As she approached she pulled her cloak a little closer to her body. Her instincs still were pretty keen, telling her that promiscuously approaching strangers was not a good idea. She came up and said " I'm Cassie. The crazy drunken bitch." Adding a bit of humor would be good as it was friendly and the truth. She indeed was crazy, drunk , and female wolf speaking, she is a bitch. She smiled showing her pearly white canines. She passed that for friendly.

Cassie looked at the two males as if they were disgusted with her. What other thing can numb life's pain as good as alcohol. She did have a few bottles of whiskey in her pack. Her voice did not have the drunken slur, infact it sounded completely normal. She looked back at their faces awaiting their replies. She'd be willing to share her drinks if they wanted any.


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